An Immortal

Still breathing deeply, I gently lowered the woman's body and stood up. I turned around and looked at Asger, "How was I?"

"That was spectacular. You really reminded me of myself just now," I could hear Asger breathe in and out, his chest rising and falling. He was breathing deeply.

"I-I did?!" my face broke into a smile, my deep breathing interrupted by a great sense of accomplishment.

"Your breathing just faltered. Another 100 deaths for you. That's 500 now," Asger shook his head rather mockingly.

"Right, right," flustered, I quickly settled back into the pattern of taking a deep breath every few seconds.

11/8/975 AD

I was very proud with my development in the raid yesterday. Thanks to Asger's tip on deep breathing, I really feel like I've unlocked some hidden potential of mine. This deep breathing of mine definitely isn't a habit just yet; sometimes I nearly miss a breath when my thoughts take me away.

"Well, now, Aslerta. I'm not one to go back on my word. So, prepare yourself for the long day of punishment you have ahead of you," Asger ordered, his sword already unsheathed.

"R-right," my face twisted with disgust as I remembered about my 500 death punishment. I stood in front of Asger, my arms spread wide. "Go, ahead," I sighed.

"You didn't have to tell me," Asger returned in an ice cold voice, his sword flying through the air. It tore right through my torso, sending my upper body tumbling to the ground. The world went dark, and I died. Then, just as fast, the world became bright again as my mind returned to the reconnecting body of mine. I felt my upper body slam into my lower body as I got repaired by some mysterious force. "One down, only 499 to go," Asger sighed - it seemed even he was starting to regret this.

***

Asger sliced and diced me for hours on end. The fact that it takes me a few seconds to be revived was really annoying - it stretched the punishment time on for so long. But, at least I was getting more tolerant to death by sword. Eventually, just like drowning, it would almost become a way of life for me.

"467. Only 33 left," Asger sighed in relief as his blade moved again, sending my head flying off my shoulders. By this point, we'd amassed quite the crowd of bystanders. The Vikings watched in awe as my body revived time and time again. "He really is a god," whispers spread throughout the throng of people, their eyes locked onto me. "Hey Asger, why are you killing him so much? Death's ought to hurt and you're making him die hundreds of times!" surprisingly, there was a Viking who actually held some concern for me.

"Don't worry about him. He's died millions of times. This is nothing for him," Asger returned as his blade continued to move; his voice murmuring with each swing "468, 469, 470..."

"M-Millions?!" the men all exclaimed in shock, staring at me with expressions of respect and sympathy. "The poor guy. How long's he been alive for?" one of them muttered below their breath.

But, thanks to Asger's great senses, he heard the question, "His 15th birthday was only 2 months ago. It was the day we raided his village,"

"H-He's 15?! And he's died MILLIONS of times?!" the same Viking roared in concern.

"Oh, hey. I'm older than an immortal!" I heard one of the Vikings yell out cheerfully.

"And, 500!" Asger hollered in excitement, falling to his knees in exhaustion. It seemed, he suffered more than I did; I mean, my exhaustion levels were always restored with each death, so were my hunger and thirst. So, I never really got exhausted or hungry or thirsty. That's a pretty good plus side for this immortality thing. "Good job, Asger!" I patted him on the back mockingly after I'd walked over to him. My gaze slowly moved from the tired Asger to the mob of Vikings that had formed around us. "It seems I've amassed quite the crowd!" I beamed as my gaze drifted over the many men present.

"Would you, my dear followers, like to see some more of my amazing ability?" I asked in a voice loud enough for them all to hear.

"Followers?!" some muttered in disgust.

"Yes! Please show us more!" the rest of the more eager Vikings yelled, drowning out the voices of the complainers.

"I'd love to see this too," a deep voice boomed from behind the other Vikings. As everyone looked behind, their visions were filled with the sight of a big bulky man, towering over the rest. It was Guttorm. "Ah, hello there sir Guttorm," my face twitched, on the verge of a frown as I gazed at the disgusting Guttorm. All I wanted to do was lash out at him and kill him right here. But, I knew that I wouldn't even get close to beating him at this level; so I allowed my deep breathing to take over and calm my mind. "Yes, hello my little fledgling god," Guttorm bowed his head and waved at me with the arm which I'd taken a hand from - almost like he was trying to mock me. "Hey, Asger. You think you can fight? We kinda gotta show more of my power now," crouching down beside Asger, I nodded at the massive group of curious onlookers. "Pfft! Even when I'm tired, there's no way you're beating me," Asger spat coldly, taking a few deep breaths before standing.

"Oooh, is he gonna fight Asger?" some members of the crowd whispered curiously.

"You better not lose this Asger," Guttorm spoke just loud enough that Asger and I could hear it from above the murmurs of the other Vikings.

"Right," Asger nodded at Guttorm, his face a blank slate, lacking any emotions. There was a sharp 'shing' sound as Asger drew his sword, followed by another 'shing' as I drew mine. Taking a few deep breaths, I settled back into the habit of breathing deeply; I could feel my senses heighten as my awareness grew. I was entering the state of pure calm again. "You ready?" I asked in a flat tone, my determined eyes fixed on Asger's. Asger's green eyes flickered for a second, showing emotions of pride and excitement. 

"Ready," Asger nodded slightly before dashing right into my range. My blade seared through the air as I swung at Asger. Asger ducked below and swept his sword out at my legs. Realising what he was trying to do, I jumped, barely missing his sword as it came back around. This state was really good for battle, I could see every move he was making with clear eyes. I wonder if he was seeing this too? Asger leapt backwards as he stood up straight, his sword in a defensive position in front of him. "Good. You fell for that last time," Asger nodded in approval.

"I've grown," I muttered before taking a step to the side. Asger's eyes followed me closely as I moved. Then, feeling my leg muscles expand, I burst off my right foot, closing the distance between us. My sword clanged with Asger's as I met it. The sound of metal scraping against metal made me cringe as our blades fought for dominance. After a few moments, Asger's superior swordsmanship won, sending my blade toppling out of my hand. I tried leaping back, to get away, but Asger was too fast. The wind hissed and howled as his blade shot out through the air. The edge landed cleanly on the side of my neck, digging deeper and deeper, before coming out the other side. Blood exploded from my headless neck like a volcano eruption as my head fell to the ground, quickly followed by the rest of my body. "I win," Asger declared, raising his bloody sword high.

"Good job, Asger. Just what I'd expect of my second in command!" Guttorm roared with pride, clapping his hands.

"Wow, I'm surprised he could hold his own against Asger for so long," some Vikings looked at Aslerta in awe as they too began applauding.

"Hasn't it only been 10 days since his first raid? How is he so strong?!" some other, more jealous men, exclaimed. 

The world around me twisted and contorted before being torn apart by some otherworldly force. The colour and shapes of the world were replaced with pitch black darkness. I arrived in death, once more. I looked around a bit and once again I saw the two white orbs floating in the distance, looking ever so eager to be caught by me. I reached out my arms desperately, trying to touch them. But, they were too far away. I let out a disappointed sigh, before giving up. I floated around in the emptiness for a few moments until the world around me tinged with golden light. The darkness evaporated, replaced by a bright yellow light that shot down from above, covering my body. I wanted to enjoy the warmth of the light for longer but, unfortunately, I could not. I saw the world around me morph and twist, growing shapes and acquiring new colours as my mind was placed back inside my body. My neck tickled as long grotesque fleshy strings launched out of it, finding their way to my head. They latched onto my head before tugging it back towards my neck, stitching it into place. I stood up slowly, my eyes flicking around before landing on the one I was searching for. Asger stood, his sword held high above his head pridefully, in a pool of blood; a pool of my blood. "Good fight, Asger" I nodded at him with even more respect than before. Just how long would it take for me to finally be able to beat this guy. "Good fight indeed, Aslerta," Asger nodded back as he lowered his sword. "Well, everyone. That's it for today! You may leave now!" Asger's voice ordered, as his sharp gaze cut through all the men, making them shiver in fear.

"Yes, we got that," they murmured nervously before clearing the area and heading back to their normal duties.

"You've grown, Aslerta... I'm oddly curious to see just how much you grow," Guttorm nodded thoughtfully before giving a small wave and walking away. I stared at him, my face a mix of hatred and disgust as I watched him walk away.

***

A few hours had passed and I'd been breathing deeply the entire time. I really didn't want to die 500 times again. That was really boring. Asger and I were seated around a small fire, which Asger was cooking something on. "Hey Asger," gaining the confidence to break the silence, I spoke. Asger looked up from the fire curiously. "I have something I need to show you," I leaned in closer and whispered. "I-I think I've discovered something more about my power," Asger's eyes widened this time before zoning out. His mind was probably full of questions right about now. "What is it? Can you show me?" regaining focus, Asger asked away eagerly.

"It's not much but I can show you," I answered before pointing at my wrist, "Watch here," Asger nodded as his eyes focused on my wrist. I allowed my body to calm, entering the state of complete calm. I could feel the oxygen flow down into my lungs and join up with my blood before spreading around my body. I could feel my heart beat, my muscles twitch. I could feel every sensation occurring in my body. Ignoring all other sensations, I focused on my wrist. I imagined the skin being pushed up and forming little bubbles. As I imagined it, I felt a small prickly feeling on my wrist as a small chunk of skin rose up, into a small bubble shape. "There, that!" I beamed with excitement, pointing excitedly at my wrist.

"Interesting," Asger paused as he looked at my wrist thoughtfully before speaking again, "So, you did that all with your mind?"

"Yes, yes I did. I can only do it when I have complete focus though," I answered.

"Could this perhaps be like what happens to your body every time you revive? You know, how your body shoots out those strings of skin to reconnect limbs and such?" Asger stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Are you saying, I could eventually do that? Like, with my mind?" I asked curiously.

"Perhaps. But, if just this small bubble takes your full attention, then I doubt you'll be making skin strings of that size any time soon," Asger shook his head regretfully.

"Well, how exactly could I train it?" I asked eagerly.

"The best way would probably be doing that same thing over and over. Cover your body in those bubbles - once you can do that easily, I'd say you'd be able to move onto more complex skin manipulation," Asger replied quickly - he really was quick-witted. Noticing me eyes drift off, he must've realised I was trying to practise, "Not now. It's late, and the food's nearly ready,"

"But, I don't need food or sleep. I can just kill myself and restore them," I retorted.

"Think about it Aslerta. What if there's a mental toll instead? Perhaps, with each death you grow nearer to insanity? Ever thought about that?" Asger's sharp gaze locked onto my eyes as he stared at me over the campfire.

"I've died too many times to count and I seem pretty sane to me!"

"I suppose I can't stop you. But at least eat this, I don't want to waste food," Asger took the stick that had the dead bodies of two rabbits off the flame. A strong scent of smoky meat filled my nose, making me drool. "Yes, I suppose I will eat dinner this time," I nodded, watching Asger as he cut the cooked rabbits up.

"Here you go," Asger leaned over and handed me a plate full of rabbit meat. My eyes sparkled with desire as I gazed down at the perfectly cooked rabbit meat. "Thank you, Asger," I gave him a smile before grabbing a piece and devouring it. A flood of flavours filled my mouth, making my eyes light up with joy. Unable to stop myself, I ate another piece and then another and another. Until I'd finished the plate. "How was it?" Asger asked, eyeing my plate.

"It was most spectacular, Asger. Thank you very much," standing up, I gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before walking off into the darkness.

"I suppose you're going to train?" Asger called out.

"Yes. You don't have to join me though. I know how you mortals have to actually sleep," I responded mockingly, giving a small wave.

***

It wasn't long until I'd reached the small field that Asger had killed me 500 times on. "Ah, man. That was boring," I exhaled as I remembered the punishment Asger had given me earlier today. Rather than being painful like you'd expect, it was just boring. Don't get me wrong though, it was painful, I'm just used to pain. "I won't be able to do anything with distracting thoughts like these!" I exclaimed before taking a moment to breathe deeply. I stood still for a moment, inhaling deeply; allowing oxygen to fill my nose and then my lungs. Then, when I felt my lungs couldn't take anymore, I exhaled long and slow. I slowly began to feel my thoughts dissipate, leaving only the present. I could feel every sensation from head to toe; I could feel the slight breeze touching my body; I could feel insects landing on my legs. "Now, training time," I whispered calmly to myself. I sat down on the dirt in a cross-legged position. I let my eyelids flutter shut, leaving only darkness and my mind. In my mind, I pictured a bubble forming on my left wrist. As I imagined it, I felt the prickly feeling on my left wrist which signified that the skin was rising; morphing to take the shape of a bubble. After a few moments, the slight stinging feeling on my wrist subsided. I opened my eyes and looked down at my wrist. Just as I thought, there, on my wrist, was a small bulge in my skin - probably about the size of a fingernail. 

Then, I did it a few more times. My wrist was covered in small protrusions of skin. It looked a bit disgusting, but it was progress. I was used to the process of forming them, but what I didn't know was how to speed up the process. Because, if it takes me 3 or 4 seconds to do this, then how am I ever supposed to get any use out of this? As I continued to breathe deeply, allowing oxygen to fill my lungs entirely, I raked my mind relentlessly. Searching through idea after idea on how to do this faster. "How do I do this?!" I let out in frustration, scratching my head furiously. Then, almost like some god heard me, a twig snapped behind me. My head flicked around to where I heard the noise. I squinted in the darkness, making out the shape of a human. "Who are you?" I asked, unable to tell in the darkness.

"E-Eira, sir," the voice, a female voice, responded nervously.

"A woman? What are you doing here?" I asked curiously, slowly standing up.

"I-I was watching you," she looked down in embarrassment.

"Hm? I was just sitting though? What was so interesting?" I bombarded her with questions as I slowly walked towards her.

"Oh, um, well-" she cut herself off as she turned around and tried to run.

"Not so fast!" I dashed through the bushes and caught up to her in moments. My arms wrapped around her waist and I brought her crashing into the ground. Leaving the forest, moonlight spilt down from the sky, covering her in a pale light. She had beautiful, long, jet-black hair. Her skin was pale, like the snow; her eyes shone gold amidst the snowy white of her cheeks. She was beautiful; perhaps even a rival to Irene in beauty. "I recognise you. You're Guttorm's slave woman," I pointed out. "Why aren't you with Guttorm?" I asked interrogatively.

"I-I don't l-like Guttorm! I was trying to well- Escape..." Eira admitted, looking up at me with a guilty look.

"Then why were you watching me?" I questioned.

"Well, I was on my way to escape w-when. I-I heard you and Asger talking a-about some ability. It sounded interesting so I decided to follow you..." Eira's face turned red as fiery cheek syndrome took over.

"I see. So, you know all about this?" I pointed at my wrist which was covered in grotesque looking skin bubbles. Looking at my wrist, she nodded guiltily. "Well, now that you know, I'll have to kill you. I can't have Guttorm hearing about this," my hand moved for my blade.

"N-no please wait! I-I c-can give you my body!" her hands moved to take her light clothing off.

Smacking her hand, I responded viciously, "I'm not so low as to take advantage of a slave woman like that,"

Hearing this, Eira's face turned even more red than before; so red that it was almost emitting a crimson aura. "R-really?"

"Yes, really. So, if you don't provide me with any value, I may as well just kill you here," the sound of my sword scraping against it's sheath filled Eira's ears.

"W-wait! W-what if I told you I know an immortal just like you!" she blurted out, her golden eyes focusing on mine.

"What?" I asked, absolutely dumbfounded, slowly sheathing my sword again.

"Y-yes! It's true! I can tell you about him if you want!" Eira spoke, desperate to keep her life.

"Hm. Not here." I grabbed onto her small delicate hand and pulled her up off the floor.

"Get on my back. It'll be quicker that way," I ordered, lowering myself down a bit, not that it really mattered - even she was taller than me.

"O-okay," she replied nervously before hopping onto my back. As soon as I felt her arms wrap around my neck, I grabbed her legs and shot off through the trees. We moved quickly, passing by multiple trees each second. "Y-you're fast!" Eira exclaimed in awe.

"Yes, I am," I answered bluntly. The cold night breeze crashed into my face as I ran through the trees. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched as my feet slammed into the floor with each step. "Nearly there," I notified Eira as we got closer to the edge of the forest. And, only half a minute later, the dirt turned to sand and the trees disappeared. We had reached the beach. Setting Eira down on the sand, I spoke, "So, what do you think? This place is pretty nice, isn't it?"

"Oh, y-yes. Yes, it is," she nodded, her beautiful golden eyes drifting over the ocean in front of her.

"You know, you're eyes... They remind me of something," I stared into her beautiful golden eyes before sitting down beside her.

"W-what do they remind you of?" she asked, flustered, her face going red again.

"I'm not sure you'd understand," I shook my head, looking away from her eyes.

"Is it that light you see each time you revive?" she asked.

"Hm, what? How do you know about that?!" I questioned, confused how she'd know that. Asger was the only person I'd told about these things.

"Well, Silotona told me the same thing about my eyes," she answered, remembering something.

"Silotona did? So, who exactly is this Silotona?" I asked, my curiosity overflowing.

"Well, as you know, he too is an immortal," Eira gulped nervously before continuing, "Whether he's related to you in some way though, I'm not sure. He never said anything about having children,"

"Hm. I see. What did he look like?" I queried.

Looking at me Eira slowly recounted his appearance, "Well, actually, he looked rather similar to you. His skin was pale white and he stood a few heads taller than even the tallest of the men in my village. And, just like you, he golden blonde hair, only his hair was longer. Then, he also had blue eyes..."

"I don't think this guy's related to me. He's tall and, well, I'm short," I joked. Eira nodded in agreement. "So, could you tell me how you met this Silotona?" I turned my head to look at her; to indulge in her beauty. "Remember, if you provide me no use, I won't hesitate to end you," I threatened, annoyed with how long she took to answer.

"R-right... I-I'll tell you. So, well, this all happened when I was 11; so about 7 years ago now," Eira paused and took a deep breath. "One day, 7 years ago. My village, a tiny, insignificant village in northern England, got a visitor. This visitor was Silotona. He captivated everyone with his otherworldly beauty and demeanour; everyone trusted him. He brought us great riches; he allowed us to live a life we'd never have experienced otherwise," Eira paused as tears began welling up around the edges of her eyes.

"Are you alright? Can you go on?" I asked, eager to hear the rest of the story.

"I-I think I'll be a-alright," she sniffled as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. "He lived with us for a while; a few months, actually. And, for some reason, he seemed to have an interest in me... Whenever he could, he'd come and speak to me; spend time with me. At the time, I couldn't not trust him. His aura, i-it just seemed so trustworthy... But, I was wrong," she looked down at her hands, now clenched into fists, solemnly. I could see a steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks and landing on her fists.

"Deep breaths, Eira. It works, trust me," I placed my hand comfortingly on her shoulder.

"O-ok," she sniffled as she took an audible deep breath.

"That's it," I spoke sweetly into her ear as I felt her body rise and fall with each breath.

"I-I t-think I can continue," she spoke confidently raising her head to reveal her eyes, tinged red from crying. Taking a deep breath, she began speaking again, "One night, during our usual hangout time, Silotona told me something, 'Run, little girl. I don't want you dying here, your future is necessary.' I didn't know what he meant by 'Run' and 'my future', but, well, I trusted him, so I-"

"Your future? What does that mean? What does he mean your future is necessary? Necessary for what?" questions flooded from my mouth as curiosity took over my mind.

"I-I'm not sure. But he did say this, 'Your story is required for the training of someone in the very near future. You will know when you meet him. Tell him this 'Do not focus on one point but many,'' A-and, I'm pretty sure the 'him' he's talking about is... You," Eira murmured, her eyes, golden as the sun, gazed into mine.

"Do not focus on one point but many?" I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of it. "So, Eira. Is there anything else to your story? Did you ever see his power, how he fought?"

"N-no, I didn't... That night, after he'd told me to run, some mysterious force grabbed me and pulled me through the world, before placing me in a Viking camp. Guttorm's Viking camp... But, I did see one thing before being taken away; I saw fire, a great big fire raging throughout my village with Silotona standing calmly in the centre." Eira spoke the final sentence, tears flooding from her eyes as she was left to imagine what had happened to her fellow villagers.

I moved closer to Eira, my arms reaching around her small quivering body, pulling her into a warm hug, "Don't worry, Eira. I may not be able to save your family, but I promise I'll save you," Eira's face went bright red as she burrowed into my arms, her hands grabbing tightly at my shirt. "S-save me?" her small, muffled voice asked from within my arms.

"Hm? Don't you want to be freed from Guttorm?" I asked.

"R-really?" Eira pulled her head back and looked up at me with teary eyes.

"Yes, really. You've provided me with a use, so it's time I provide you with a use," I gave her a gentle pat on the head. "Now, it's time we get you back to Guttorm. I'm sorry, but we can't have him suspecting you of anything," I spoke sympathetically, retracting from my hug with her.

"R-right," she muttered with disappointment.

12/8/975 AD

Last night, I took Eira home to Guttorm. She promised not to tell anyone about the story she told me or my plan, so all I can do is trust her.

"Asger, you're awake!" I ran over from where I was sitting amongst the trees, practising deep breathing.

"Yes, I'm awake. So, did you make any progress last night?" Asger asked curiously.

"Well, not really. But, I have a new understanding. When I'm training this skin thing, I should be focusing on many points, rather than one," I answered, pretty much reciting what Eira had told me last night.

"I see. So, how exactly does that work?" Asger questioned.

"Well, just look," I put my wrist out in front of him. Taking deep breaths, allowing my body to sink into the state of pure calm I'd become used to over the past few days. I felt like I was in complete control of my body as I reached pure calm. Focusing on my entire arm, instead of one point on my arm, I began imagining small bubbles of skin covering my arm. As I imagined it, I felt the prickly sensation spread all the way up my arm as my skin pushed upwards, forming many tiny lumps of skin stretching from my wrist, all the way up my shoulder. "I fail to see how stretching your focus thin across your entire arm is more effective than focusing on one point." Asger's brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at my arm, covered in odd looking bumps of flesh.

"Well, it takes a bit longer to do it this way, but I think it's a good way to train this skill. If I can do this same thing but for my entire body, I believe that if I focus all my attention on one point, I'll be able to do much, much more," I answered confidently.

"I see, well, if you think training that way works, then I won't stop you. Now, make sure you also continue training your deep breathing - that needs to become a habit," Asger ordered, pointing me in the direction of my 'training zone' in amongst the trees.

"Is training all I'm going to be doing from now on?" I asked, slight frustration seeping into my calm voice.

"If you want to defeat Guttorm, then yes. You have a long way to go before you'll be strong enough to beat that demon," Asger spoke in a whisper so no one else could hear.

"Fine then, I understand," I sighed.

"Just wait, though. There is one last thing I'd like to discuss with you," Asger's mouth stretched into a sly grin, his hand gripped onto my shoulder. "What were you doing with that woman last night? And, if I'm not mistaken, that was one of Guttorm's slave girls, wasn't it?" he whispered into my ear evilly.

"Oh, that. You've got the wrong idea. It wasn't anything weird," I responded as I walked towards the trees.

"Hm? But you carried her off into the forest? What else... Wait, was she the one who gave you this 'new understanding'?" Asger asked, after finally getting what I meant.

"Indeed," I nodded calmly, inhaling very audibly. "Well, she wasn't the one who thought it up. She was just reciting what she heard..."

"What she heard? Heard from what or who?" Asger asked curiously.

"She told me the story of another immortal..." I muttered, slightly disgusted an immortal like myself would do such horrific things to a village (I totally don't do the same but on a smaller scale, no way).

"Another immortal? Who? I've never heard of any other immortal?" Asger scratched his head, confused, as he tried to rack his mind for any memories.

"His name was Silotona. From the story Eira told me, he seemed pretty powerful; so I wouldn't be surprised if he used his powers to cover up his tracks. But, this time, he wanted to be discovered; he wanted to be discovered by me," I spoke slowly, as I thought back to what Eira told me last night.

"He wants to be discovered by you?" Asger repeated.

"Yes. He let Eira go free, telling her things about her future being necessary and to tell me, 'Do not focus on one point but many,'" I continued to recount the story as I tried to explain things to Asger.

"Does this Silotona perhaps have some sort of connection with you? Or, perhaps, he wants something from you? I don't see why else he'd help you like this," Asger stroked his chin thoughtfully, his green eyes staring absently at the ground. "Perhaps, 'Do not focus on one point but many,' has another meaning. A meaning beyond just training your skin techniques," 

"Do you have any ideas of what this hidden meaning could be, then?" I interrogated Asger.

"I'm not sure if it's even confirmed. But, I do have one idea. Perhaps he means that rather than focusing purely on where you are in the world, you should stretch your attention out to the rest of the world?" Asger shook his head, confused at his own words.

"But, how?" I massaged my temples as my mind sifted through method after method to achieve what Asger said. "I got nothing..."

"Wait! I think I might have it! He saw the future, right? That's how he knew his message to Eira would reach you, right? What if, he meant it in that sense as well! He's telling you to focus on all times..." Asger paused again at the end of his sentence, once again confused by his own words. "I'm not sure how, though..." he muttered under his breath.

"Hm..." I paused for a moment, allowing my thoughts to display themselves, "Maybe, he doesn't mean that I should use this in a specific context? Maybe, he's telling me to shift my mindset to one which focuses on many aspects at one time rather than one that only focuses on one thing. I think I can do it - I've done it with my arm," I spoke, proud to have come up with such a magnificent answer.

"That does sound quite believable. If you could manage to do that, you could grow at insane rates and you could use that same logic on everything you do. For example, when you're in a group interaction, you could be paying attention to everyone and calculating how to respond to each of them. Or, with my example earlier, perhaps you could look at multiple different times..." Asger spoke, excitement on my behalf present in his voice.

"I could do many things. But, first, I need to figure out how I can 'focus on multiple things,'. Well, we've reached the training zone now. So, I suppose it's time to train," I declared confidently, taking my seat on the floor, surrounded by trees.